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My time does not permit romantic hoursI do not have the need to be so gay.I have an allergy to blooming flowersI don't need skies of blue to make my day.I've got so many things I need to doAnd I can't let you interrupt my flow.I don't need much of anything from you -So I suggest you turn around and go.My day does not afford me too much space -Spare time is not a luxury, you see.I need my energies to run life's raceI don't have time for anything, but me.In living for myself, it will be clearWhy when I read this poem, no one's here.